Edward's POV
After having a really long shower due to this stupid hangover and getting dressed I still had an hour to kill, an hour that I'm going to spend sleeping – I may be hard-core, non-caring Edward Cullen, but hangovers hurt, they aren't just something you can ignore.
Damn Emmett and his stupid persuasive self, it's his entire fault I was drinking.
1 hour of sleeping and not one dream! Just a memory, a memory of when Esme and Carlisle were actually proud of me.
I really hate disappointing them, but I have a reputation to uphold, one I'm not ready to let go of.
It was Swans voice that woke me up.
"Are you coming or what, the kids have to be at breakfast in 5 minutes?" She asked – stupid annoying little bitch, why doesn't she take the damn kids to breakfast by herself?
"Go screw yourself Swan, not like anyone else will do it" I insulted her; she shouldn't have woken me up!
"Fine! But don't blame me when you get yelled at," she sighed.
"I'm already fucking up, god just wait a minute," I spat, glaring at her as I pulled my shoes on, ran my hand through my hair and followed her to the door.
Hopefully the next 6 days of this torture will pass by quickly!
When we got to the hall, Emmett's group was the only one not there, a fucking volcano couldn't wake him up! Poor Rosalie.
I went up to the front of the room, usually there were shutters here, but they had been lifted to reveal the kitchen.
"Hello sir, what would you like?" A woman who looked to be about 50 asked, she was wearing a chef's hat.
"I don't know what there is," I replied.
"Well there's salad, chicken, jacket potatoes and fish, for drinks we have orange, apple and cola and for pudding, muffins, custard and ginger bread men… So what will it be?" She asked once again.
"Erm, jacket potato, cola and a muffin please," I answered.
"Ok… Here you go sir, have a nice day," she told me, I nodded at her and went over to sit at the table that everyone else from my actual school was sitting at.
"Hey Edward," Evan grinned.
"Hi," I grunted, just as Emmett came stumbling through the doors, holding his head with Rosalie trailing behind him.
Oh yeah Emmett, don't make it obvious that your hung over or anything, just let them know we've been drinking.
"Do we get the same meal choices every day?" Alice asked, grumbling as she picked at her salad.
"I sure fucking hope not, this chicken is disgusting, it's undercooked and ridiculously difficult to cut through, I seriously feel bad for the children, they eat this shit every day," Jasper groaned, just as a young boy came running up to the table – he ran to Emmett, who'd just sat down.
"Christopher," Emmett cheered before clutching his head with a pained expression on his face, "Oww," he moaned.
"Hi Emmett… What's wrong?" The little boy asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.
"Nothing, my head just hurts," Emmett answered.
"That's called a headache you silly billy," the boy giggled, he looked to be about five, maybe 6.
"I sleep when I have headaches," he continued on, "and when I have a bad tummy, I get calpol; it's tasty."
"Chris," Rosalie said as she dropped her tray onto the table – fucking glad I didn't pick the fish, it looks disgusting!
"Rosy!" Christopher squealed, throwing his arms around her legs.
There that close already and I haven't even talked to any of the kids I'm meant to be looking after.
I turned and got on with eating the jacket potato I'd ordered, the burnt, solid, jacket potato.
When this week is over I'll never take food for granted again!
"Ok, Will the Forks High students please collect their children and lead them to the school buildings, lessons are starting," Mr. Clarke said from the front of the room, I sighed and stood up from my chair, gave one last look at my half eaten food and turned towards the children.
"Bye man," Emmett said, hitting me on the back before following Rosalie like a puppy dog towards there group of 13 brats.
I groaned and followed Swan to our selection!
"I'm Alex," A little boy said to me… Alex, the kid who called me a 'meany'.
"Edward," I grunted back and he smiled at me, a smile which I returned, it was almost contagious.
"How old are you?" He asked.
"17… And you?" I asked.
"I'm 4, a big boy," he answered – Damn how cute kids are!
"Who do you share your bedroom with?" I asked, curious to learn the names of more of the children, how am I meant to write a sort-of-essay about this trip when I don't even know the kids names?
"I share with 2 people – Aiden and Andrew, Aiden's 8 and Andrew's 5 – the teachers put us together because all of our names begin with 'A'".
"Do you get along with them?" I asked.
"Yep, Andrew's my best friend, he's over there with Bella," he answered, pointing over to a little boy showing a toy dinosaur to Swan.
"Did you meet him when you first came here?"
"Yeah, he was the first one to talk to me on my first day here, because Aiden was busy… He was playing card with his sister, I think."
"Who's his sister?" I asked.
"Evelyn," he answered, just as we arrived at the school, I nodded in reply to his answer, even though I have no idea who Evelyn is and walked to stand next to Swan – Not because I wanted to, but because, Ms. Thompson, the office lady, told us all to come forward.
"Ok, here are your children's schedules… Please take them all to the right classes… And here is your homework," she said, handing us each a homework package and each a schedule so we'd know where to find the children.
I took a quick glance at the homework package and groaned.
Write an emotional speech including experiences you go through here at Hunting Tower and how you feel about this trip.
At least 1 double sided page of writing.
Quotes can be added though the name of the child giving them must say that they have said that.
Include emotions.
Fucking fantastic, how will I write an emotional speech? I'm terrible with emotions, other than lust, that is.
